User blog comment:Corbus/Autumn of the Weeping Willow/@comment-4423064-20130717223411/@comment-32303-20130809033736

''Sister Ainsley sees four cheeses start to fall off the cart and catches the stack. ''"Whoa!" ''The otter's nose twitches as the aroma of clover honey finds her nose. ''"Mmm. Could it be?" ''She smiles at the pale yellow cheese on the top, visible through a tear in the honeyed birchbark packaging. ''"Greensap cheese. It's been seasons since I made any o' that. You almost lost a stack of cheese."